No Straight Roads 2 Novels & Stories

Yes, it is. These were only some of the reasons, the others I lost in the middle of the road when I realized that a car was following my ridiculous race. I hoped that whoever was driving didn't decide to drive through a puddle of water, making me even wetter and making what was already bad even worse. I had the feeling that that car was not unfamiliar to me, confirming my realization when I saw the driver of the car. John Carter. I found this strange and decided to continue on my way as I half-walked half-corrected, not knowing what he wanted. To laugh at my situation? Fine, go ahead. He lowered the windows as I watched him out of the corner of my eye.

"Mr. Lloyd, I'd like to work for your company." "I'll come ready with my full commitment, and two of Eric's key clients. Is that enough? I can bring more if needed." A deep voice answered. "What do you want in return?" "I have no home and not a single penny to my name." "Alright. Come to my place."

It wasn't like I asked him to show up out of nowhere. “How do I get to The Core? They won't even let me through the gates.” I muttered and the screen changed into a map with a little figure representing where I was standing currently. “You have two routes that can get you into The Core. The normal path with the military guarding the gates.” It explained as the screen showed a red lane that led to the building I was going to. “The second path however, is what you should choose. It is shorter and safer.” On the same map was another blue lane that led to the building marked as X, but it looked like it was covered in trees and traps.

Matthias took the next curve too quickly, and the SUV slid sideways across wet gravel before the tires caught. A second road appeared ahead, paved but narrow. The forest opened just enough for Rowan to see distant rooftops nestled beneath the hills. “Village?” she asked. “Not ours.” “Whose?” “People who ask questions.” “That makes two of us.” Matthias ignored her and turned onto another dirt track almost completely hidden by ferns. Within minutes, the engine noise behind them faded. No more gunfire. No more pursuit. Only the labored engine of their damaged SUV and Rowan’s own breathing.

I jumped on one at 2am. Imagine getting onto a motorcycle ride at 2am with a stranger. I was so scared but I had no choice. Suppose he killed me, rapped me, kidnapped me or robbed me! I started imagining alot of things. What kind of relationship was I into?I prayed to God to help me reach home safe

They went to the direction according to the map Darrion had memorized in the windlet office. It led them further east past a small ravine until the road split up into two branches. A wooden pole stood between the two roads with two different directions. The left road led to the Affedor Path while the other one was hardly noticeable. The sign of the right road already looked decayed and its letters had faded a bit, but it was still readable to the boys’ eyes. “Grun…rind? What’s that letter in the middle?” Jai pointed to the crooked letter in the middle of the name.

Because right now it feels like my own wolf put me in time-out. June stays quiet. Not defensive. Just steady. The trees thin enough a little later that I finally catch sight of something unnatural through the branches. A straight line. Too straight to be forest. "Road," I breathe. Aiden follows my gaze. "Maybe." Hope is dangerous out here. We don't celebrate yet. We just keep moving. Because wilderness doesn't care if you survive. The road turns out to be little more than a narrow strip of gravel cutting through endless trees. Not paved.

Luca hissed. Ethan slid into the passenger seat, wincing as the vibration of the engine jarred his ribs. Pain shot through him like fire, but he forced himself upright, eyes on the map Luca had spread across the dashboard. “We can’t take the main coastal motorway—Maxwell will have checkpoints everywhere. We take the D22.” The D22, faintly marked on the old military map, wound through the high Alps, a secondary road crossing a nature reserve before descending into the Menton suburbs. Slow, torturous, nearly invisible to those hunting them—a perfect path.

Though she was ashamed to admit it, she was excited to be doing something active for once and, all things considered, glad that she lied to her mother about it. After heading off the main road and onto more narrow, winding roads, they began to approach the base of the mountains. The paths became rougher and less paved the deeper they traveled. The tremendous stature of Hetrick’s F-250 was built to endure rocky mountain roads, but that did nothing for the shaking of the truck’s cabin, though Nickole hardly took notice of it. She found herself glancing past the boys on either side of her and out the windows when she could. She was trying to view the splendor of the wilderness that traveled pas

The Porsche zoomed through the forest highway; She made sure to check no one was following, turning into the secluded road, not used by humans. The one-way path was bumpy with lots of rocks and pebbles; it was craggy and jagged in most places done purposefully to discourage any curious travelers. Only the known could traverse the road, to reach the packhouse.